ashox
patreon
Watching His Girlfriend Entertain His Dormmates - Hermione/Ron/Seamus/Dean/Neville
🕑 Added 2024-04-27 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Here's Part 17 of the Watching His Girlfriend Series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
This chapter is a bit unique in that each PAGE BREAK signifies a change in POV. Hopefully you all enjoy it!
PAGE BREAK
Hermione stared down nervously at the piece of parchment in her room. Harry’s messy script was clearly visible on it underneath the light emanating from the tip of her wand.
Hermione,
I’m really sorry, but I’m going to be busy with Quidditch practice all evening. I know that we’d planned on finishing our Charms essay together, but Snape’s being a git and messing with Gryffindor’s schedule after what we did to him last week. We can’t afford to miss out on our practice before the match with Ravenclaw given how strong they’ve looked in our friendlies.
I promise I’ll make it up to you with something special.
After everyone’s gone to bed, why don’t you sneak into my dorm for some fun?
Harry
P.S. Don’t bother wearing any clothes on the walk over unless you want me to literally tear them off of your body.
A pleasant tingle ran down her spine at the thought of Harry tearing her clothes off. It was so animalistic and sexy, but she didn’t exactly expect her mending charms to work well enough to put her clothes back together for more than a week or two.
So, that was why she was stark naked on her bed with the curtains drawn around her. A mixture of nerves and pure adrenaline were coursing through her at the idea of sneaking into Harry’s dorm while she was completely naked. She knew that she could make herself invisible if she wanted to, but where was the fun in that? The excitement came from the risk of someone accidentally sneaking a peak at her.
Parvati and Lavender had gone to bed a little over half an hour ago now. Hermione hoped that they were asleep. She really didn’t want them questioning why she was sneaking off somewhere completely naked. Or why she was so wet that she had little strands of her juices stretching from her labia to her thighs.
Hermione poked her head out through her curtains and peered around her room. Parvati had her curtains drawn around her bed, but Lavender didn’t. She never did, claiming it got too warm and that her Cooling Charms wore off too quickly to last through the night. Thankfully though, she looked to be asleep.
Hermione waited for a minute just in case, and when she saw no sign of movement, she quietly slipped out of bed.
The cool nighttime air washed over her, and instantly Hermione’s nipples began to harden. She crept silently forward, doing her best to avoid accidentally waking anyone. Her feet were as bare as the rest of her because she didn’t want the soles of her shoes to accidentally make noise scraping against the wood floor.
‘Please don’t wake up,’ Hermione thought to herself as her hand slowly pushed open the door out of the room. The hinges creaked lightly, but Hermione pushed through the narrow crack between the door and its frame before she could see if the noise was enough to wake anyone.
She closed the door silently behind her and focused ahead on her next task: reaching Harry’s dorm.
Now that they were in their seventh year, their rooms were at the very top of Gryffindor Tower. That meant that she had to sneak all the way down to the Common Room, cross to the other spiral staircase, and climb all the way back to the top of the tower. There was nowhere for her to hide; she’d have to cross literally anyone that could be up. Thankfully, the younger-year students would have long gone to bed by now, so she really only had to worry about the upper-year students.
Hermione listened carefully at the top of the staircase. Faintly, she heard a toilet flushing down below, and a thrill ran up her spine. Someone was still up, and they were heading back to their room right now.
Crouching low, Hermione started down the stairs. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she drew closer to the floor where the sixth-year girls slept.
Suddenly, a door cracked open, and Hermione nearly fell backwards trying to duck out of sight behind the stone bannister. A set of footsteps plodded across the floor, and then another door opened and closed. When Hermione peered back over the bannister, the landing was empty.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she hurried on down past the landing and continued downward.
It was quiet the rest of the way down until she neared the Common Room. No one was supposed to be up, but that rarely stopped students.
The fireplace crackled, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. There was a couple on the sofa in front of the fireplace snogging. The sounds of their lips smacking together was quite noisy over the fire. Presumably, they didn’t think that anyone would still be awake, so they weren’t shy about being handsy either.
Hermione could see the sides of their heads over the edge of the sofa. They both had their eyes closed as they locked lips, but if they just so happened to peek out, they’d catch her crossing to the boy’s staircase.
Hermione let out a shuddering, excited breath as she waited for them to take a breath. When they finally did, it was only a matter of seconds before they went back to snogging, and Hermione took her chance to sneak over to the far side of the room.
She was so focused on keeping an eye on the couple that she missed the stack of books placed against the wall. One of them was slightly ajar, and her knee bumped it.
Hermione sucked in a deep breath as a mild flair of pain shot through her. The stack of books wobbled, and before she could try to catch them, they fell.
“Bugger it all,” Hermione muttered under her breath as she stood up and dashed the last few paces to the staircase. The books fell and crashed against the floor, and the couple on the sofa instantly stopped kissing.
“Who’s there?” A woman’s voice called out. It was familiar to Hermione, but that was probably just because she’d overheard her speaking in the Common Room before. It wasn’t any of her friends at least.
“Jimmy, is that you?” The man growled in anger. “I told you to stop spying on us, you weirdo.”
Hermione didn’t wait to hear anything else. She hurried up the stairs, her feet slapping noisily against the stone. She didn’t slow down until she reached the fourth-year landing. She paused for a second, listening to hear if she was being chased, but she wasn’t.
A small giggle left Hermione’s lips. She’d come so close to getting caught, and it was so exciting. Her core flared with warmth; she needed to get to Harry right now for whatever surprise he had planned for her.
The rest of the climb up to the top of the tower was, thankfully, done in peace. Everyone seemed to be asleep or, at least, staying in their beds for the rest of the night.
The top floor landing was silent. A small window peered out onto the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and moonlight streamed in, illuminating Hermione’s nude body. She hoped Harry would be happy to see that she followed his instructions.
All that was left was to get inside his dorm and into his bed. With the curtains drawn around them, they’d have all the privacy they could want.
Sucking in a deep breath for courage, Hermione pushed the door open and slipped silently inside.
PAGE BREAK
“Honestly, why bother going for Parvati when her sister Padma is right there?” Dean exclaimed to Seamus.
Seamus shook his head viciously. “No way am I dating another girl who’s smarter than me.”
“You won’t be left with anyone to date then,” Ron quipped.
Neville laughed and dodged backwards out of the path of a thick tome that Seamus hurled at Ron’s head. It was nice having these late night chats with his friends, even if Harry wasn’t here. He was gone pretty often in the last couple of years, but Neville supposed that came from him having a girlfriend now.
“Shut up,” Seamus grumbled. “I’m just saying that Padma can talk circles around me; Parvati is more on my level.”
“Ron, didn’t you take Padma to the Yule Ball?” Dean asked. “Back me up here.”
Ron held his hands up in surrender. “No way, mate. That night was awful.”
“Because you buggered it up,” Neville pointed out.
Ron just shrugged in agreement. “There’s better options out there than either of them anyways. Why don’t you try someone like Tracey Davis in Slytherin or Susan Bones in Hufflepuff?”
“Struck out with both of them,” Seamus huffed. “Besides, I think they’re both going to be really busy with their apprenticeships this summer.”
Neville’s cheeks pinkened slightly. “I wonder who their lucky managers are.”
“Probably some old codger hoping to have some excitement in his life again,” Seamus sighed. “Merlin, can you imagine getting to shag a witch whenever you want? Imagine if we had that here where we could shag them during class.”
“You wouldn’t be the manager of anyone with your grades,” Dean snorted. “You’re more likely to get picked up by a witch instead.”
“I’d take that deal,” Seamus replied quickly. “I’d take care of all of her needs, and she’d take care of mine.”
“So many lucky bastards in the world,” Ron shook his head. “Even my dad gets new witches to have fun with every couple of years at his office. It’s pretty much the only reason I want to follow in his footsteps.”
“They are lucky,” Neville nodded. “You’ve got to get in early and hope you get paired with someone good though.”
Dean leaned in conspiratorially. “Did you all hear about Hermione?”
“No,” Ron shook his head as a curious gleam flashed through his eyes. “What about her?”
“Well, apparently she did an internship this summer with Kingsley Shacklebolt,” Dean told them. “He’s this massive, hulking Auror. I bet he had lots of fun with her.”
“Apparently, she’s fucked Slughorn too,” Seamus chimed in. “He was the one who set her up with Kingsley in the first place.”
“I’ve heard rumours that she fucked a bunch of Slytherins,” Neville added quietly. “Harry’s supposedly fine with it and even likes sharing her around.”
They were just rumours, but still… the mental image was quite enticing.
Seamus whistled lowly. “I don’t know if I could let my girl do that.”
“You’d have to get a girl first,” Dean joked before he paused, biting his lip. “I think I could, as long as she was having fun.”
Ron nodded his head along with Dean. “It’s a pretty normal thing. I always grew up knowing that anyone I dated would either be an apprentice or take on an apprentice at some point. It can be a lot of fun. I know my mum has gone along to my dad’s work sometimes whenever he gets a new apprentice.”
“My girlfriend’s going to be doing it this summer too at the Leaky Cauldron,” Neville admitted with a sheepish grin.
When he’d learnt that Hannah was going to work at the Leaky Cauldron, he’d known that she was going to have to service Tom, the landlord and barman of the Leaky Cauldron, and he was surprisingly okay with it. The thought of Hannah being bent over and fucked behind the bar was just too exciting a thought to have, even if he could only watch from the sidelines.
“I’ll have to go there this summer then,” Seamus laughed. “No offence Nev, but Hannah’s always been a looker.”
“None taken,” Neville smiled back at him. Hannah was a gorgeous woman, and the thought of his friends wanting to show up to watch her get fucked was pretty hot. He always loved showing her off, and this was just another way he got to do that.
Ron glanced at the clock on the wall. “Didn’t Harry say that he was going to be back by now?”
Neville glanced up at the time and realised it was already past eleven. “Yeah, he did.”
“Maybe he lost track of time?” Dean suggested.
“Or maybe he’s busy shagging Hermione,” Seamus snickered.
The sound of the door to their dorm creaking open drew everyone’s attention.
“Look who finally decided to make it,” Ron joked as he stood up from his bed. “We were just talking about yo—”
Ron’s eyes bugged out as Hermione stepped into their dorm room, completely naked.
When she saw everyone’s eyes on her, she let out a little squeak of surprise, covered up her breasts, and brought her legs together to hide the pink slit between her thighs. Her face turned a deep shade of red as Dean and Seamus both got to their feet and joined Ron.
“Err, Harry isn’t here,” Neville said from his bed.
When Hermione didn’t respond for a second, Seamus’ face suddenly lit up.
“Wait,” Seamus said before letting out a loud belly laugh. “Oh, I’m going to have to get Harry a nice Christmas gift for this.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked, not taking his eyes off of Hermione’s body for a second.
“Don’t you think that it’s a little convenient that he said that he was going to be back here by now but isn’t?” Seamus asked everyone. “And that his girlfriend, who he just so happens to like to share around, shows up to our room completely naked. The two of them set this whole thing up! I bet this is his way of telling us that we can shag Hermione!”
Neville wasn’t entirely sure about that. Surely Harry would have said something to their faces, but then again, he couldn’t be certain that it wasn’t the case.
However, his mind changed when a look of realisation crossed Hermione’s face.
She slowly lowered her hands away from her breasts, letting those two perky orbs of milky flesh free. She eyed each of the men in turn like they were pieces of meat to enjoy.
Seeing her sudden shift in demeanour, Seamus walked forward with a burst of confidence.
“You’re here for us to fuck, aren’t you?” He asked as he reached her.
Hermione didn’t even hesitate when she responded. “Yes.”
Seamus grinned and grabbed both of Hermione’s breasts in his hands. He squeezed them roughly, all the while staring into Hermione’s eyes to make sure that she was fine with this. When no complaints were had, Seamus turned back to the group of men.
“Lads, we’re doing this,” he told them.
Ron was the first one to jump on the idea. “Bring her over here,” he said as he started tearing off his shirt. Dean quickly followed suit, as did Seamus.
All of the Gryffindor men were quite fit. Ron, being a tall Quidditch player, was the biggest out of all of them; his shoulders were wide and his chest was pretty muscular too. Seamus was the leanest and shortest, but the Irish man’s body was very toned thanks to his love of duelling and habit of joining any pickup Quidditch game he could. He had so little fat that his muscles stood out quite a bit. Dean loved playing football during the summers and whenever he could rope his friends into it during the school year, so his thighs were noticeably massive.
Neville was perhaps the only outlier in that he didn’t love many sports. Sure, he would watch them from the sidelines, but he rarely played them himself. Instead, his body had been honed through Herbology. It wasn’t always easy hefting heavy bags of mulch over his shoulders, and when his hands were so filthy from a day of hard work, he didn’t want to use his wand and get dirt caught in its grooves. He didn’t have the size of Ron or Dean, but he had more strength than either of them. That being said, his body was still quite lean and relatively muscular compared to most wizards.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamt of her sucking my cock for so long,” Seamus groaned as he finally freed himself completely from his clothes. His cock was a bit above average in terms of size.
Hermione dropped to her knees in the middle of the room in between everyone’s beds. Dean and Ron stripped naked too. Dean had the longest cock out of the three of them while Ron’s was the girthiest. Hermione quickly looked at each one in turn as the three men surrounded her.
“So, who’s first?” She raised an eyebrow at them.
She didn’t even manage to finish her sentence before Seamus pushed his cock forward. He’d always been overeager in everything he did, and sex was no different. His hips slammed forward, forcing his cock right down into Hermione’s throat.
To her credit, she only gagged a bit before adjusting to Seamus’ cock.
Seamus grabbed the top of Hermione’s head and let out an impressive groan as he held her in place. His pelvis bucked against her face as he stirred his cock around the inside of her throat.
“Bloody hell,” Seamus gasped. “She took it all in one go.”
“That’s because you forced it down her throat you idiot,” Dean chastised him as he grabbed his own cock and started stroking it. He came up next to Seamus and smacked his cock across Hermione’s face, and she instantly reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Dean then used his hands to reach down and grope Hermione’s breasts.
Ron dropped onto his knees behind Hermione and pushed his body against her back while wrapping his arms around her waist. His fingers went straight for her soaking wet pussy.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you,” Ron murmured in Hermione’s ears.
“Why wait then?” Seamus asked with a laugh. “Get her on her hands and knees and we can double team her.”
PAGE BREAK
Ron grinned and helped readjust Hermione, who was already moving to do exactly as Seamus suggested. It took a moment for her to be able to brace herself with only one hand on the ground, but Seamus helped by grabbing handfuls of her hair and holding her in place.
Finally, he was going to fuck Hermione Granger. Ever since their fourth year, she’d grown into quite the beautiful woman. Ron knew he’d never had a real chance with her though ever since Ginny sourly pointed out to him that Hermione and Harry secretly liked each other. He’d been forced to push down his burgeoning crush on Hermione, but it never quite died out. He still had dreams at night that Hermione would realise that she had made the wrong choice and come running into his arms instead.
But those were just dreams. Hermione was Harry’s, even if she was going to let them all fuck her. Still, Ron was determined to enjoy himself.
Given the fact that he knew he didn’t have a real shot with Hermione, his only care became about his pleasure. He was going to live out his wildest fantasies of fucking Hermione the way he dreamed of.
Ron spanked Hermione’s arse hard as he positioned himself behind her. She wiggled her arse back into his erection and sandwiched it in between her plump cheeks as Seamus continued to fuck her mouth. His balls smacked noisily off of her chin, and she was left gargling around his shaft as it plunged into her throat.
With a deep groan of satisfaction, Ron pushed his thick cock into Hermione’s pussy. “Fuck!”
“Better than you dreamt of?” Seamus chuckled. “Because she’s definitely beating out mine.”
“She’s so tight,” Ron gasped as he smacked Hermione’s arse again. She was tighter than he could possibly believe. Her pussy was nice and hot and oh so delightful. Honestly, if he’d known being inside of her was this good, he would have put up a stronger fight to win her over from Harry.
After another hard spank from Ron, Hermione choked around Seamus’ cock, but that only seemed to heighten the man’s pleasure. He kept his cock buried in her throat for several seconds before pulling back and letting her gasp for air.
“Well, hurry up and give me a turn,” Dean complained. Hermione was doing her best to stroke his cock, but it was hard for her to do it well when two of her holes were being stuffed.
“I just started,” Ron bit back at the man. “Let me cum in her first. Harry won’t mind if we do that, right?”
Ron doubted that it would stop any of them even if Harry did mind. He didn’t want to mar his one experience of fucking Hermione by not cumming inside of her. She was a smart witch; she probably had potions or used charms to stop her from getting pregnant.
Though, truthfully, Ron got turned on by the idea of her forgetting to take those potions or use the charm. If she got pregnant with his child…
Ron groaned again as Hermione’s walls squeezed him tightly.
“Alright, enough,” he whined. “I’ll fuck you now.”
Hermione’s walls relaxed enough around his cock that he was able to move again. He didn’t bother starting slow; he let his hips pound away as quickly as they wanted to, which was pretty damn fast.
Ron’s eyes were fixated on the way Hermione’s pussy gripped his cock. Her walls clung to him so tightly that it looked like they were fighting to pull him back inside of her whenever he pulled out. It was so fucking hot, and it just made him want to keep fucking her more and more.
Drool started dripping out of the corners of Hermione’s mouth and down onto her chin. Seamus’ balls smeared it all around as he rammed his cock back down Hermione’s throat. In between his thrusts and Ron’s, Hermione was left bouncing back and forth between the two men.
“God, she’s such a fucking slut,” Dean said as Hermione’s hand continued stroking him. “I can’t believe she’s taking all three of us right now.”
“Yeah, she is,” Seamus laughed. “Better for us that she is though.”
Ron couldn’t agree more. Seeing Hermione’s arsecheeks bounce as he rammed his cock into her pussy was an unbelievable sight. It was like her body was built for fucking, and they were all here to enjoy the benefits of it.
Hermione’s pussy juices started to leak down Ron’s cock and onto his balls. It was incredible just how wet she was from being fucked by all of them, and it meant that Ron had no trouble fucking her at a breakneck pace. But that pace came at a cost. He could feel his orgasm building up quickly, and Seamus didn’t seem far behind him.
If he was going to cum so quickly, then he was going to make the most out of it. Ron stopped spanking Hermione’s arse and instead grabbed her hips so that he could pull her back onto his cock whenever he thrust forward into her. Seamus quickly complained that Ron was inadvertently pulling Hermione away from his cock, but his complaints faded when Ron’s powerful thrust forced Hermione as far forward as she could, making her lips hit the base of Seamus’ shaft.
It was bloody incredible, and Ron couldn’t have stopped his orgasm even if he’d wanted to.
He managed a few more thrusts before he groaned noisily and rammed his cock as deep as it could go inside of her. Her walls squeezed around him just as he came, bringing an explosion of pleasure that he’d never felt from any other woman before. He was left gasping and breathless as Hermione’s pussy sucked the life out of him.
“Get ready,” Seamus warned Hermione half a second before he came too.
Ron heard Hermione’s cry of surprise, but it was muffled around Seamus’ cock. He exploded straight down her throat, and Hermione drank it all up without complaint. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, and she just suckled on it until Seamus fell backwards, looking as drained as Ron was.
Dean was the only one who hadn’t cum, but Ron wasn’t surprised. Hermione’s handjob had been the weakest part of her performance by far, not that he particularly cared.
She stopped stroking Dean as soon as Seamus’ cock pulled back out of her mouth. She gasped for breath, taking a moment to compose herself.
Dean looked excited that he was about to join in on the fun, but then Hermione spoke and reminded them all about someone.
PAGE BREAK
“Why haven’t you joined in?” Hermione asked breathlessly to Neville.
That was a good question. Him and Hannah were in a relationship together, but they were notoriously open about allowing each other to experience whatever pleasures came their way. Normally, he would have been eager to jump in and join.
“Things were a bit crowded over there,” Neville shrugged.
“Well, I think that you deserve a bit of love and attention,” Hermione said seductively.
She got to her feet and headed over towards Harry’s bed. It was nice and clean, having been made up by the house-elves earlier in the day, but that didn’t last for long when Hermione hopped on top of it and laid down on her back.
“Come here,” she beckoned Neville over.
Neville did, feeling slightly self conscious as the other three men watched on with clear jealousy.
“You three can join in too,” Hermione told them. “But Neville’s going to be the one fucking me.”
“I get her mouth!” Dean announced quickly before Seamus or Ron had a chance to. The two men grumbled but acquiesced nonetheless.
“Get undressed,” Hermione told Neville, licking her lips. “I want to see what you’re about to give me.”
It felt like time froze as Neville started to undress. Hermione was just staring at him with undisguised lust, Ron and Seamus seemed to be contemplating how they could best get involved, and Dean way eyeing up Hermione as he got ready to fuck her mouth.
Neville shed his clothes and tossed them aside. His underwear was the last thing to come off, and Hermione gasped when she saw his cock.
Neville always knew that he was quite large, but it still thrilled him to see women’s reactions to his cock. It was thick and long, and he never had trouble making Hannah cum with it. None of the other men had ever seen his erect cock before like this either, and Seamus let out a little whistle.
“I see why Hannah’s still hanging around with you,” he joked.
Neville just shook his head with a small smile. “She’s with me for who I am as a person.”
“Yeah, and that cock’s a part of your person,” Seamus retorted.
Neville just chuckled and climbed onto the bed in front of Hermione. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and readied himself. That seemed to be the signal that the other men needed to get into position too. Dean climbed up behind Hermione’s head while Ron went to Hermione’s right side and Seamus went to her left.
Her swollen pussy was nice and ready for him. Neville didn’t even care that Ron had already cum inside her—after all, he’d shared Hannah before and fucked her after other men had finished in her. All that mattered was how good it would feel to fuck her.
He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance and met her gaze. “Are you ready?”
Hermione nodded, and Neville pushed forward.
Bliss unlike anything else filled his mind.
PAGE BREAK
“Oh fuck!” Hermione cried out as Neville’s cock filled up her tight hole.
No matter how many times she’d taken a big cock, it never seemed to get any less intense. Her walls struggled to accommodate Neville’s size, but she knew from experience that she could handle it. His cock must have been almost as big as Harry’s was. Maybe it was a tiny bit smaller or maybe it was the same size; Hermione couldn’t quite tell, but she didn’t really care when it felt this good. All that mattered was that Neville’s cock was doing it for her.
“Nice fit, huh?” Ron grinned at Neville.
Hermione loved seeing men above her in bed. The little expressions that crossed their faces were always a joy to see. Knowing that it was her body and skills making them feel that way just made it all the hotter to witness.
Neville’s face was twisted up in pleasure. His eyes were shut tightly and his lips were just barely parted. He kept pushing deeper into her until his cock couldn’t go any further. Then, he sucked in a deep breath.
“Yeah, really good,” he replied.
“Good,” Hermione smiled. “Now, I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Her hands shot out and grabbed Seamus and Ron’s cocks. The two men were happy to grope her breasts as she stroked them. Dean, not wanting to be left out, tilted her head back and pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. She opened them up like the good girl she was, and Dean pushed his long cock into her mouth. From this angle, he had free access to fuck her throat as fast as he wanted.
Hermione’s pussy burned with joy as Neville started moving inside of her. Ron’s cock had been good, but Neville’s was just delightful. She gargled around Dean’s cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the man’s throat. She was quite thankful that she had so much experience deepthroating cocks now because otherwise it would have been incredibly difficult to do when she had such a good cock fucking her pussy.
A part of her wondered how Harry was able to keep up with all of the action whenever he watched her with other men. Between the cocks in her mouth, pussy, and hands, she felt completely overwhelmed. Maybe it was easier from the outside looking in. All he had to do was change where his focus was, but Hermione had to keep everything in mind all at once.
She had to keep her hands moving to stroke Ron and Seamus’ cocks. If she ever stopped, even for a second, she knew that she was bound to get some complaints. Similarly, she had to keep her breathing under control to allow Dean’s long cock to slide effortlessly down her throat. Not choking on all of the accumulated saliva in her mouth was harder than it seemed. Finally, she had to make sure to not to let the pleasure of Neville fucking her completely overwhelm her mind. That, in conjunction with squeezing her muscles tight around his cock to show her appreciation, left her mentally taxed beyond belief, but it was still an incredibly satisfying endeavour.
Neville’s thrusts began to get harder as he grew more confident with his range of motions. Hermione felt drunk from pleasure and satisfaction each time he filled her up. Her body ached with need, and he kept scratching that itch.
“Fucking give it to her, Nev,” Dean groaned as he pulled his cock out of Hermione’s mouth. He grabbed his long shaft and smacked it across her face, staining her skin with her own saliva. “This is so good.”
Yes, it was. Hermione opened her lips back up to take Dean’s cock into her mouth, and the man just bucked forward and pushed his cock into her throat. His balls hit her forehead and jiggled around there as he made tiny thrusts in her throat.
Suddenly, Neville listened to Dean’s words and gave her an extra hard thrust. He’d pulled all the way back, and when he pushed in, his cock hit this special little spot inside of her that normally made her scream. But with a cock in her throat, all that she did was choke around it.
Her throat constricted around Dean’s cock, and the man let out an incredible groan as he came. Hermione was spluttering and gagging on his cock, but he just kept it there until he’d finished up completely.
When he finally pulled back, Hermione had to gasp for breath to try and recover, but it was hard to do when Neville was fucking her this hard. He seemed hell bent on giving her his all, which she very much appreciated it, but it made it very hard to focus on stroking Seamus and Ron’s cocks.
Thankfully, the two men seemed too engrossed in groping her breasts and watching Neville’s cock plunge into her pussy to care much about how inconsistent her strokes were. They were good enough for them, and that was what mattered.
Neville’s sudden show of dominant power left Hermione feel like she was unable to regain her composure though. He was hitting every right spot inside of her tight, little pussy, and it left her without a chance to catch her breath.
“Fuck me,” Hermione moaned, losing herself to her pleasure.
Seamus or Ron whimpered—Hermione didn’t know which—and she realised that she must have looked like quite the slut with saliva dripping out of her mouth and her pussy being stuffed by Neville’s thick cock. It turned her on to know just how attracted these men were to her, and it gave her the drive she needed to pump Seamus and Ron’s cock as hard and fast as she could.
Ropes of cum shot across her breasts as Seamus came. He’d been obsessed with her breasts all evening, squeezing and touching them any chance he had, and now he was marking them as his. He was still squishing one of them in his hand as Hermione stroked the last droplets of cum out of his cock.
Apparently, seeing Seamus cum on her like that was enough to set Ron off too. Her ginger friend groaned loudly, but rather than letting him cum on her breasts, Hermione angled his cock over to her face. She loved the way Ron’s eyes widened in surprise as his thick spray of cum shot right across her pretty face. Each spurt of the sticky white substance felt glorious as it landed across her skin. Like Seamus, she stroked him until he had nothing left to give, and then she released both cocks at once.
Throughout it all, Neville hadn’t stopped pounding her pussy. He was as rough as Ron had been before, but he had the stamina that Ron didn’t. He still had both of his arms wrapped tightly around her legs, keeping them up against his shoulders, while his thick cock speared into her again and again.
Being covered in cum and having all of this incredible pleasure flowing through her body left Hermione trembling in delight. She couldn’t believe that she was being ravished by four men on her boyfriend’s bed. It was something out of an erotic fantasy that had once been Harry’s but was now also hers.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure as she came on Neville’s cock. Her walls spasmed around his girth, trying to crush him but being unable to.
Faintly, she heard Neville letting out a choked sound before his warm seed began to fill up her pussy.
There was nothing more that she needed other than to see Harry’s face smiling down at her.
A minute later, Neville pulled out of her pussy. It felt like a terrible loss to lose him, but the dull ache in her pussy reminded her of just how much fun she’d had.
Neville lifted her out of bed and carried her in his arms out of the dorm room. He was nice and strong, but as much as Hermione wanted to enjoy snuggling up against his chest, he just wasn’t Harry. She wondered where he was.
Across the landing was the bathroom, which Neville brought her into. There were various tubs segregated by privacy walls further down inside, and one was already filled with warm water and various potions meant to aid in the soothing of muscles.
Hermione giggled softly. “Did you four prepare this for me?”
“No,” Neville shook his head with a frown. “We didn’t.”
Hermione knew then what was going on. “Oh well; it’s mine now.”
Neville shrugged and carried Hermione over to it before setting her down in the warm water. “Do you… err… want me to stay with you?”
“No,” Hermione told him with a gentle smile. “You head on back to bed. I’ll relax here for a while.”
Neville nodded. “That was fun.”
“Yes, it was,” Hermione giggled again.
The moment that Neville left, Hermione glanced around the room.
“You can come out now,” she called out.
The sound of fabric whooshing preceded the appearance of Harry just a few feet away. He had the biggest grin on his lips.
“You were beautiful,” he gushed. “I knew you’d play your part right.”
“I figured you had to have been the one to arrange that whole thing,” Hermione replied. “Otherwise, it would have been the wildest coincidence ever.”
They both laughed quietly at that.
With a flick of his wand, Harry conjured a small stool beside the bathtub and sat down on it. Hermione held out her hand for him to take, which he did eagerly. He started tracing an unpredictable pattern along the back of her hand.
“I’d been thinking about doing this ever since you brought me into your dorm to fuck Lavender, Parvati, and Padma,” Harry admitted. “But it was just so much hotter watching it from under my invisibility cloak and pretending none of you knew that I’d arranged this. The idea of my dormmates fucking you is just…”
Harry shivered, expressing just how hot he found the idea.
“Maybe I should start waking them up with blowjobs in the morning instead of you,” Hermione teased him.
“As much as I love that idea, we’d be late to class everyday,” Harry pointed out with a small chuckle. “There’s no way they’d leave before they each had a turn with you.”
“They were pretty eager,” Hermione said. “Well, as long as they don’t start interrupting our private time together, I’m happy for you to loan me out to them whenever we have the time.”
An image of her waking up to all four men waiting outside of Harry’s bed with their cocks in their hands ready for her sent a thrill down Hermione’s spine. Even better was the image of Harry’s lust-filled eyes staring at her as she gets taken by all of them.
Yes, this could make staying overnight in Harry’s dormitory more interesting, but neither of them would change it for the world.
Comments
Dawid
I liked the changes made in the POVs. The gangbang needed POV from all the participants. I also liked how you showed Neville to be this confident guy who made Hermione cum. Usually, he is shown as a timid guy, often unsure of himself. This was a good change from most fanfics. I know you were going for a surprise chapter for Hermione but I wish if you could have included Harry's POV under the cloak. Harry's thoughts usually add the spice to the chapters. Any plans for next pairing?
Joe Uchiha
Well I would say that I didnt see this coming, but I'd be lying. Though considering Seamus was trying to get with Harry a few chapters back, I just had a bit of surprise when he readily jumped to bang Hermione. He's definitely bi. Nice. It was definitely nice of Harry to get that bath ready for her though. And I love the dynamic here. Now I imagine a scenario where they both get notes from each other asking them to meet at their dorms, only to be confronted and fucked by each others' dormmates. Ron's thoughts were on par for a normal guy who got rejected in favour of their best friend, though I can see Ron fans taking that concept and end the story with Harry in chastity lol. Great chapter though. Wonder who all are coming up next?
